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Monthly Word Count - August
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27 883 words.
What.
My usual is around 14k. What is happening. Is it the sunlight, does it really make that much of a difference when I get enough UVs.
No okay, I think it's the meme thing. Also the random porn thing. I was SO SCATTERED this month (especially since I spent two weeks living in the same room as my parents and a set of aunt/uncle, it was impossible to think in-depth) and I didn't touch any of my big multiparts. Hrrm.
But anyway.
POSTED:
-HS Timestamp: Battlefield Terra: Eq and Nep's pale cockpit romp (1 283 words)
-HS Timestamp: Battlefield Terra: Karkat one month before BT (1 630 words)
-HS Timestamp: Awake at Night, morning after, John POV (868 words)
-HS: Sunlightverse: Outmoded (Darkleer Handmaid Dadbert) (2 174 words)
-HS: timestamp meme: Prospit Sandwiches Karkat&Gamzee missing scene (2 791 words)
-HS: Clusterfuck (Terezi/Dave/Karkat porny silly thing) part 1 (1 922 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS:
-FF7: Daemon AU, the Zack Lives divergent AU (2 236 words) (actually complete but can't be posted yet since it spoils stuff from the canon-compliant timeline. :((( )-HS: OC-POV kink meme prompt on the 12 trolls after Fef defeats Condie (1 273 words)
-HS: kink meme: Clusterfuck (4 462words)
-HS: timestamp meme: Amateur Palemates Eridan ♣ Karkat ♣ Sollux sequel (1 457 words) (actually complete but the ending sucks and needs rewritten.)
-HS: Sunlightverse: Sollux POV thing (2 031 words)
-HS: Sunlightverse: Vriska and John thing that is actually complete but is also not headcanon-compliant anymore and will probably be scratched (3 461 words)
-GW: some random as fuck weirdass AU based in a weirdass FF7 packbonding AU, Relena-centric (1 907 words)
-GW: Lone Wolf and Pilot (387 words)
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Sunlightverse: Sollux POV thing (dialogue needs edited for sollux-voice -- no lisping, i mean, just the insults he'd actually *use.* argh.)
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You'd be bored enough to cry like a little bitch without Roxy. Maybe blast a second tunnel to the surface with your brain. Either/or. When she's awake, though, it's hard to remember that the walls are boring and rocky and the floor is hard and rocky and you are surrounded by boring hard rock and slumbering assholes and just about nothing else.
When she's awake you're too busy wanting to slap her across the snout. Only that'd be way too cheap.
"Eat hot long self-replicating worm, you shitheaded script kiddie!"
"Iyaan, Solly-baby, what is this, it's too big, it'll never fit -- whoops I chomped it in half with my rad as hell firebirdwall. Hahaha. Hi there, nice files you have in that li'l folder!"
"Yeah, have fun with my dummy session while I slide all nice and tight in your backdoor--"
"You guys are the filthiest," says that other human girl, the short-and-dark-haired blue one. It's gonna be easier to remember her from now on, now that she has horns. Even if her horns remind you of Gl'bgolyb's tentacles. Otherwise when you think of her you think of some weird mix'n'match of John and Jade for the looks and a big great "not Roxy or Rose urr what's left???" for the personality. Humans still mostly bore you, sorry, only you've had to hang out with some of them a while and it stuck -- though now the green John-clone is around you're kind of mixing up the derps at the edges a bit. You have to admit the Derse humans made out like bandits in terms of hot and swag. Dirk is more into hardware and utility software than hacking, though -- nothing wrong with that, you can respect that -- and Dave is just a tool. Rose is a total babe, which you note purely out of being doped out of your nonexistent gills on puberty hormones because she and you are both quite firmly flushmated, thanks. Roxy is...
Roxy is.
"Victory!" she squeezes the green chick on her other side, and grins, all white teeth and sparkling, too-lightly-pink eyes. You stare. "Team Ro-Lal ruins Captor's shit once again!"
"... Did you just fucking turn my grubtop off with your toe. Is that a thing you did."
Her leg is still stretched out in the gap between your lap and hers, shameless. "Pff. Yup, that sure is a thing I did."
No. No, breathe, Captor, you are smart, your brain is your weapon, cavetroll displays are so lame, no pouncing, you guys are in public and she doesn't even seem to take it seriously.
Maybe if you bit her she would notice.
That's a very cavetroll impulse, though. You are noping that shit. Breathing now. "Yeah, good plan, RX, if you can't make it and suck too much to even fake it, guess there's only running off with your fronds in your audition canals trying to convince yourself into teleporting to opposite land somehow. Masterful strategy, and I for one am impressed."
She's pouting at you now. You smirk, thin and just a little bit vicious (not too much, you don't want to come off as an unsubtle tool.) One of your longer fangs peeks out, which looks totally badass and threatening in a completely rugged way. Not that you practiced.
"I sure hope troll boys have better stamina than human boys, because I'm about to ride your motherboard into the ground, Captor!" Her eyes are alight, her head tilted forward to threat-display the fanning manifold arcs of her horns. She's going to give you a real fight this time, you can tell. She's gorgeous. "Callie, Callie," she says excitedly, "get your handkerchief, give us the signal for round two--"
But the green chick doesn't. She's kinda staring over your shoulder with her mouth folded down at the corner all worried and shit, and then Roxy follows her stare and her excitement falls and fuck.
You do not want to turn around.
When you hear your matesprit's raised voice, though, when a sudden gust of wind that has no place in a stupid dank cave ruffle your hair, you stop having a choice.
Legs crossed, grubtop pinning your lap, you turn around from the waist up. You'd been hearing people talking but like you cared, they were boring, everyone was boring, and fuck.
Her Imperial Condescension and her Imperial Heiress are squaring off.
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Sunlightverse: jossed john & vriska thing
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-- arachnidsGrip [AG] started trolling ectoBiologist [EB] --
AG: Heeeeeeeey, John!
AG: Still too 8usy to spend any time with your coolest alien pal, are you? >::::(
AG: joooooooohn answer me, did you think I couldn't see you're online?
EB: hey, sorry vriska! i forgot this was on.
EB: we were trying to figure out what to do with sea hitler and the giant gamzee and
EB: uh. your ancestress.
AG: Oh.
EB: and both eridans i guess.
AG: 8ah, who cares a8out them!
EB: hehehe.
EB: your ancestress is... idk, she keeps flipping, it's weird! sometimes she's pretty scary.
AG: Well of course! >::::)
AG: So what are you planning to make happen, o sneakiest awesome team leader?
EB: :B i'm not the only one deciding, you know.
AG: 8ut you could totally 8e! I have f8 in you, John!
EB: haha nah, so many people? sounds like too much work.
EB: anyway, we still haven’t figured it out. both terezis are talking nooses but i'm not sure it's a good plan... :/
AG: WH8T
EB: not for your ancestress! i mean mostly for sea hitler.
AG: What even is a hitler????????
EB: hahaha. some massively evil human guy, jake just keeps calling her that so it stuck.
EB: anyway everyone's on break now, the wingy milkbeast horns guy was starting to get pretty loud and stuff. did you want to hang out?
AG: I'm not sure, you sound too 8usy for little me........
EB: no, i'm totally free for you now!
EB: i've been waiting to meet you in person for over three years, i'll be so sad. soooooooo sad. the saddest. :(
AG: :::;) well then! Why not, since you insist!
EB: i am totally insisting! ::::B
AG: ::::D
EB: okay, i'm walking out of the cave now, where are we going?
AG: Exploring!!!!!!!! There's all this 8rand new world out here and we need to have all the islands and secret caves mapped out 8efore everyone else. May8e there's ore deposits! May8e there's *old temples*.
EB: awesome. :B
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The weirdass Relena centric pack-bonding AU (i don't think i'm continuing that one. :X)
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The blond boy had apparently found her first. From up close his eyes were strangely colored; much closer to true sea-blue than most, almost as blue as hers. Smiling, he held out a flute of something fizzy that she accepted with an automatic smile of her own, though she had no intention to drink it.
"The gardens seem happier now that you're here to behold them," he commented idly, and leaned his elbows on the stone at her side to watch with her. She smothered a frown. That kind of overblown whimsical flirting didn't do much for her.
"Do they," she replied noncommittally.
"Of course they do; you can tell, can you?" She was still trying to make sense out of that cryptic remark, if there was any to glean, when he turned to her and gave a polite bow. "But I am being rude. Forgive me. Quatre Yuy, formerly of the Raberba Winner circle, acting emissary."
... Oh. So he did have a circle; that was disappointing somehow. Even though they weren't anywhere close and she couldn't feel him straining toward them. ... Unless he used a new name to keep from the kind of whispers he would get going only with his own personal name.
She was grasping at straws. She let go of that half-formed wish for someone more like her, and went back to dealing with what was actually here.
Her minder had introduced her all evening with "Relena, ward of Kushrenada." (An impact somewhat spoiled by the liveried Sank coat she wore over her dress.) She gathered her skirts for a graceful curtsey. "Relena Darlian Peacecraft."
"It is very nice to meet you," he said. She thought he'd already known.
Alright, small talk... "If I may ask -- I noticed your outfit, but I cannot place it..."
Quatre swung an arm, letting the sleeve swish. It was gathered at the wrists underneath blue-dyed leather wristguards, but the sleeve belled out afterwards. "Ah, that's the traditional dress of my father's people. They live at the edge of the great desert on the Western continent." A chuckle, a pointed look at her own clothes. "I find your sense of fashion quite appealing, myself."
Relena did not need telling to know that a full bell-skirt and corseted strapless top were usually worn with a shawl, not with the fitted, double-breasted, braid-adorned jacket of a formal court uniform, no matter that it was worn open to hint at a fashionable amount of cleavage instead of buttoned up to her throat. For a moment she almost took offense at the remark -- she had worn it knowing there would be whispers behind her back.
Maybe she should admire Quatre's cheek in saying it to her face. She smiled back, closemouthed. "You're very kind."
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GW: wolfbrothers
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The gray wolf nosed Killer's shoulder a last time, gave his chin a cautious lick -- Killer seemed torn between baffled confusion and hesitant satisfaction -- and turned to Duo, dark muzzle pointed up, ears angled forward, aiming all his attention, and then Duo could smell cigarettes and mint -- menthol, he thought, and someone said yes. The wolf's scent name was a puff of menthol cigarette, and the man's a much more acrid smoke, and an aftertaste of stale, dirty water that caught him by the throat -- what was left in the ruins after a house fire, soot-stained bricks and a basement full of soupy ashes.
The smell at the Maxwell Church had been different enough -- no firefighters, deficient sprinklers, it'd burned itself out -- that he managed not to flinch. Immediately after there was ozone and the sea and the distinct stink of fish, giving him enough of a backlash that he had to close his eyes.
So Killer saw the coming wolf first.
He was trotting up to them, huge brindled mass of muscles and dominant, tail curled way up, stare direct, still sharing his cheerfully smothering stormy sea and fish and blood, and he had no intention to stop until he was crowding the two of them and Duo was upset, something had upset Duo and this stranger wolf was charging at them.
Duo lunged; he was too late. His fingers skimmed Killer's tail, closed on nothing, and then the wolves were on each other and Killer wasn't playing, he so wasn't playing, and Wangai was trying to run to them and when he grabbed her by the arm she punched him in the jaw, a good solid left hook that shook his brain.
Shark was growling, hostile and confused, offended. Killer was silent, not bothering to display, fangs only bared at the tips. People were touching Duo, grabbing his arms to drag him back; it was reflex to twist in their grasp, slip free. He fought his wolf's impulse to kill, disable, escape. They had Wangai contained; he lifted a hand, palm up, still in control stay the fuck back, turned to his brother.
Killer, stop!
It was like yelling into a hurricane, it always was whenever they were so sharply at odds.
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Timestamp Meme, Amateur Palemates Smuttin It Up!! sequel
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How dare the lowly pissblood-- with a snarl, Eridan grabbed at his collar, dragged him into range, before those stupid cheating psionics of his could become a nuisance. He was so fucking tired of getting nowhere with that uppity asshole!
And then off to the side Karkat not-sneakily-enough ran a hand through Gamzee's hair, combing scraggly locks out of his face with shocking tenderness.
Where the fuck did they even come from, wondered a little corner of his brain. The rest was kind of shocked.
A little titillated too, to be honest. He'd never really appreciated having a moirail, and even so Fef wasn't all that physical with him and shoulder or hair petting weren't what he'd wanted from her anyway, but it sure looked... nice. Comforting.
... But he had a prospective kismesis to woo with a punch in the face!
"Shooosh, shoosh-shoosh-shoosh, you horrible disaster, shhh."
He did have a soothing voice, for such a shouty little asshole. Eridan could feel his fist drooping just from the backwash. "Do you mind!" he yelled, spluttering. Karkat flinched, and then glared back with surprising fire.
"No, do you mind, you voyeur, could you be any ruder, putting your nose in -- in --"
"I knew it," Sollux interrupted, before Karkat had figured out what he wanted to say. (And wasn't it fucking weird, that he even needed time to. It wasn't weird that he was blushing, though, because gogdamn, man! Have some shame! Or at least pretend to.)
"Oh, you know something? Opposed to nothing? Stop the presses, call the reporterrorists--"
"When were you planning to tell us we'd ashed up, grubfucker?"
Gamzee started laughing. And honking. And laughing. Karkat went ruddy as all fucks, gloriously gutter-colored.
He spluttered, but nothing actually came out complete and even less intelligible. Sollux slapped Eridan's hand off his collar without even looking and planted his hands on his hips, transferring his glare to Karkat.
Little snarly fucker looked away first. Huh.
Huh. What? "Anyone mind explainin whattafuck? ... Ashen up? What?"
"Every thingle time we've even looked at each other crothwise in the latht week, those two were staging a pale orgy in the background. I shouldn't even be thurprised you didn't notithe, but the thtatisticth don't lie."
Eridan stared at him for a second, and then turned to stare at Karkat. Sollux was right. That lisping lusus-fucker was right, they'd started seeing so many little pale displays it had started lowering the market value filming them all, they'd --
"You've been auspisticizin us!" he spluttered.
The lab was silent. Everyone was turned their way. They were used to ignoring Sollux and Eridan's squabbles, bored with the two of them already, but the three of them, now, that was something else.
"... That's kinda kinky, ain't it. Usin pale affections as a distraction technique is already pretty risqué--"
Karkat flailed his hands and then pressed them to his own ears. "Shut up shut up--"
"--but does that mean we've been havin, like, a four-way auspistice? Wow, Kar, didn't think you had it in you. I ain't all that surprised at Gam, but you--"
"Gah!" A snarl; Karkat had abandoned his moirail and was now stalking up to him and snarling. "Another single word slithers its way out of your facegash and I swear to the horroterrors I'm going to put a fist in it!"
"If you make me flip the clubs thideways I am going to be tho ticked off at you, KK."
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Clusterfuck (Terezi/Karkat/Dave, xeno, davesandwich)
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You're lying about the withering pecker thing, by the way. You've been making steady progress toward the hardness necessary to drill through diamonds from the moment that memo started.
It was about all the sex you could/would have soonish with your sexy mistress of pain and the cutest asshole you ever wanted to silence with your cock. Of course Mr. Merrymaker wasn't gonna be discouraged for so little. Guy's friendly to a fault.
(You don't hate him. You don't pity her. You admire her, he irritates you, they're the most fun you've ever had, the tiniest dangerousest hottest pieces of ass, you want to stuff them in jars and keep them safe under your bed. They know. You've all decided it was close enough for government work.)
You were not expecting that for your first game of hide the sausage you wouldn't get to be the sausage. Or at least one of the sausages. They both have dick garages! (Not that you've seen them yet, but you did get an eyeful watching "in which a horned asshole and another horned asshole hatefuck to their spades' content blahblah plot that everyone speeds through because it's unbelievably sucktastic and everyone's here for the ludicrous number of gratuitous close-ups on their junk that some people like to polish their knobs over while calling it artistic nudity anyway". Karkat was almost brown trying to pretend he'd gotten the wrong file. Anyway so you know what to expect in the pants area.)
You know better than to think Terezi was kidding about bending you over and stuffing you on both ends. You're shocked, skin buzzing with nerves. Offended. You have to take three breaks on the way there lest you come in your pants. Stupid slutty god pajama cloth, getting all up in your business when your crotch rocket is already so close to ignition.
When you get to TZ's room of course they're both here already, Terezi smiling to herself like a happily scheming alligator as she sits on her desk all "no seriously I am lost in thought like a totally mysterious detective babe" and Karkat pretending he's actually interested in the knickknacks on her shelves, and not like he's doing his best to avoid looking at her. His fail is kind of cute, in a retarded kitten way.
You're actually a little touched. They haven't started making out without you. Or getting naked. On second thought them greeting you naked would have, uh okay no you'd definitely have jizzed your pants, nevermind.
"Perfect," she purrs. "Mister Vantas, will you do me the honor of locking the door so that Mister Strider cannot escape."
You were going to protest some about the plan, but as she is wont to do Terezi completely derails you. "Hey! Who says I'm gonna escape, what do you take me for, some kind of coward?"
You frown vaguely at her. You pretend you're not sulking as Karkat slinks behind you. The little asshole shoves you clean away from the doorway in which you had stopped to watch them like a (tool on the verge of running) rather intelligent man figuring out what he's dealing with before throwing himself in the lion pit. Whoosh! Door locked.
You can feel his eyes on the back of your neck. Terezi isn't looking of course but she has gone from alligator to great white shark. You almost expect her to pick up the cane propped on her desk and twirl it.
She doesn't. She unbuttons her pants instead. Uh. Whoa.
Bony or not, her hips are easily the most feminine part of her, or maybe it's the way her waist narrows that makes them seem wider; the pants get caught on them. A little nudge; they slide.
Her panties are red. You wish you could be surprised; it was that or teal. It's still sexy. When she steps forward her jeans slide down, unveiling trim, gorgeous legs. She steps out of the pooled mess, keeps advancing, slow and deliberate -- stalking, she's stalking you. Your eyes crawl their way back up the lines of her calves, her slightly knobby knees, those thighs oh god you want to put your hands on the inside of them, check if they're as impossibly soft as they seem.
Her panties ripple with something shifting under the cloth, like there's a snake chilling in there she's forgotten to mention, or more like she's the falsely-innocent monster in a hentai about to explode in town-smothering giant worm-dicks.
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OC-POV post Feferi becoming empress.
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Three nights later the new Empress marched up to the palace with a whole inner court's worth of battered sub-adults. She looked at least a sweep away from conscription -- they all did -- and it might have looked ridiculous, impossible, preposterous, even with the gloriously Tyrian blood liberally splattered all over her and several of her retinue, only she was carting around her Ancestor's own head. Or so Cibori was told, having been sent to fold laundry or something while the higher-ranked servants pressed at the windows and gaped and the courtiers fell over themselves trying to figure out what to do with themselves. "Tizzy" seemed wholly inaccurate.
The new Empress didn't want a coronation yet, Cibori overheard in the baffled, terrified whispers of her colleagues. The new Empress didn't want a ten-courses dinner to celebrate her victory. The new Empress didn't want a delicately scented bath to wash off the sacred Tyrian Proof off her body. The new Empress didn't want anything but to stalk her way to the Imperial Apartments, and drag her retinue with her, and lock the doors behind the twelve of them.
(Not before a rustblood -- or maybe brown, but still! -- snapped his fingers at the Captain of her Condescension's HiveGuard and the Grand Chamberlain both to summon them to heel, and forbade any in the Palace's walls to go out until the Empress bid them do so.)
No servant was allowed in the Imperial suite until the middle of the next night, where the Empress called for breakfast, and where a Mirth-painted Indigo requested "some more goddamn recuperacoons, so as we get our snooze on proper-like, yeah? s'okay if there ain't twelve of them, or I guess eleven haha, just make sure they're extra-big, 'cause we could only fit like our four tiniest in with Fef-sis."
The Grand Chamberlain gathered them all, and strictly forbade the help to gossip. Cibori had to hang her head and pinch her lips and hope she looked cowed and obedient and wasn't going to burst into very inappropriate and possibly suicidal laughter.
She didn't get to see much firsthand, being kept busy with menial task after menial task in the farthest removes of the Palace, but everyone was so full of incredible, delicious scandals that inevitably someone would get bored with telling them to someone who already knew, and would corner her to babble her ears off. So she got to hear Everything (several versions thereof) about :
-The Display of Her Formerly Imperial Condescension's Head on a pike over the palace gates,
-The six outrageously-sized recuperacoons placed in the new Empress' very own quarters, despite the abundance of other quarters available,
-The dismissal of about a third of her Imperial Condescension's old generals and advisors, come down from the great battleship to pay homage and offer advice (some said a half, and some said by dismissal she'd simply told them to go away and that she would not need their services any longer, and when they wouldn't she had a psionic slam them around the walls until they would, and if they STILL wouldn't then she would have them mind-controlled away, and when they accused her of refusing a duel due to weakness and being unfit to rule her seadweller would shoot them through the throat for "bein way too fuckin arrogant", which made about half of the retinue laugh and a small crippled teal whack him in the shins in full view of the Court. Anyway in the end very few of the dismissed men apparently made it out alive, and they had to do it while carting off the body parts of their ex-colleagues.)
-The Oliveblood member of Her retinue swinging her way across the Greater Hall from chandelier to chandelier,
-The Empress being apparently seen brushing fingertips with the psionic, a very pretty, very rustblooded girl, the blueblood (somewhat more appropriate), the seadweller (complete with awkward, tender whispers to her ear that were reportedly so pale that the maid dusting the area "about goddamn swooned on the spot.") and papping quiet the small rust-or-brown snappy one. The chief pastry cook and the Empress' Mistress of the Robes came to blows over which one of them had blind gossip-mongers who made up ridiculous stories and needed culled on the spot for gross disrespect as their subordinates. (On the upside, they ended the night ashing it up with the Master Physician.)
27 883 words.
What.
My usual is around 14k. What is happening. Is it the sunlight, does it really make that much of a difference when I get enough UVs.
No okay, I think it's the meme thing. Also the random porn thing. I was SO SCATTERED this month (especially since I spent two weeks living in the same room as my parents and a set of aunt/uncle, it was impossible to think in-depth) and I didn't touch any of my big multiparts. Hrrm.
But anyway.
POSTED:
-HS Timestamp: Battlefield Terra: Eq and Nep's pale cockpit romp (1 283 words)
-HS Timestamp: Battlefield Terra: Karkat one month before BT (1 630 words)
-HS Timestamp: Awake at Night, morning after, John POV (868 words)
-HS: Sunlightverse: Outmoded (Darkleer Handmaid Dadbert) (2 174 words)
-HS: timestamp meme: Prospit Sandwiches Karkat&Gamzee missing scene (2 791 words)
-HS: Clusterfuck (Terezi/Dave/Karkat porny silly thing) part 1 (1 922 words)
WORK IN PROGRESS:
-FF7: Daemon AU, the Zack Lives divergent AU (2 236 words) (actually complete but can't be posted yet since it spoils stuff from the canon-compliant timeline. :((( )-HS: OC-POV kink meme prompt on the 12 trolls after Fef defeats Condie (1 273 words)
-HS: kink meme: Clusterfuck (4 462words)
-HS: timestamp meme: Amateur Palemates Eridan ♣ Karkat ♣ Sollux sequel (1 457 words) (actually complete but the ending sucks and needs rewritten.)
-HS: Sunlightverse: Sollux POV thing (2 031 words)
-HS: Sunlightverse: Vriska and John thing that is actually complete but is also not headcanon-compliant anymore and will probably be scratched (3 461 words)
-GW: some random as fuck weirdass AU based in a weirdass FF7 packbonding AU, Relena-centric (1 907 words)
-GW: Lone Wolf and Pilot (387 words)
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Sunlightverse: Sollux POV thing (dialogue needs edited for sollux-voice -- no lisping, i mean, just the insults he'd actually *use.* argh.)
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You'd be bored enough to cry like a little bitch without Roxy. Maybe blast a second tunnel to the surface with your brain. Either/or. When she's awake, though, it's hard to remember that the walls are boring and rocky and the floor is hard and rocky and you are surrounded by boring hard rock and slumbering assholes and just about nothing else.
When she's awake you're too busy wanting to slap her across the snout. Only that'd be way too cheap.
"Eat hot long self-replicating worm, you shitheaded script kiddie!"
"Iyaan, Solly-baby, what is this, it's too big, it'll never fit -- whoops I chomped it in half with my rad as hell firebirdwall. Hahaha. Hi there, nice files you have in that li'l folder!"
"Yeah, have fun with my dummy session while I slide all nice and tight in your backdoor--"
"You guys are the filthiest," says that other human girl, the short-and-dark-haired blue one. It's gonna be easier to remember her from now on, now that she has horns. Even if her horns remind you of Gl'bgolyb's tentacles. Otherwise when you think of her you think of some weird mix'n'match of John and Jade for the looks and a big great "not Roxy or Rose urr what's left???" for the personality. Humans still mostly bore you, sorry, only you've had to hang out with some of them a while and it stuck -- though now the green John-clone is around you're kind of mixing up the derps at the edges a bit. You have to admit the Derse humans made out like bandits in terms of hot and swag. Dirk is more into hardware and utility software than hacking, though -- nothing wrong with that, you can respect that -- and Dave is just a tool. Rose is a total babe, which you note purely out of being doped out of your nonexistent gills on puberty hormones because she and you are both quite firmly flushmated, thanks. Roxy is...
Roxy is.
"Victory!" she squeezes the green chick on her other side, and grins, all white teeth and sparkling, too-lightly-pink eyes. You stare. "Team Ro-Lal ruins Captor's shit once again!"
"... Did you just fucking turn my grubtop off with your toe. Is that a thing you did."
Her leg is still stretched out in the gap between your lap and hers, shameless. "Pff. Yup, that sure is a thing I did."
No. No, breathe, Captor, you are smart, your brain is your weapon, cavetroll displays are so lame, no pouncing, you guys are in public and she doesn't even seem to take it seriously.
Maybe if you bit her she would notice.
That's a very cavetroll impulse, though. You are noping that shit. Breathing now. "Yeah, good plan, RX, if you can't make it and suck too much to even fake it, guess there's only running off with your fronds in your audition canals trying to convince yourself into teleporting to opposite land somehow. Masterful strategy, and I for one am impressed."
She's pouting at you now. You smirk, thin and just a little bit vicious (not too much, you don't want to come off as an unsubtle tool.) One of your longer fangs peeks out, which looks totally badass and threatening in a completely rugged way. Not that you practiced.
"I sure hope troll boys have better stamina than human boys, because I'm about to ride your motherboard into the ground, Captor!" Her eyes are alight, her head tilted forward to threat-display the fanning manifold arcs of her horns. She's going to give you a real fight this time, you can tell. She's gorgeous. "Callie, Callie," she says excitedly, "get your handkerchief, give us the signal for round two--"
But the green chick doesn't. She's kinda staring over your shoulder with her mouth folded down at the corner all worried and shit, and then Roxy follows her stare and her excitement falls and fuck.
You do not want to turn around.
When you hear your matesprit's raised voice, though, when a sudden gust of wind that has no place in a stupid dank cave ruffle your hair, you stop having a choice.
Legs crossed, grubtop pinning your lap, you turn around from the waist up. You'd been hearing people talking but like you cared, they were boring, everyone was boring, and fuck.
Her Imperial Condescension and her Imperial Heiress are squaring off.
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Sunlightverse: jossed john & vriska thing
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-- arachnidsGrip [AG] started trolling ectoBiologist [EB] --
AG: Heeeeeeeey, John!
AG: Still too 8usy to spend any time with your coolest alien pal, are you? >::::(
AG: joooooooohn answer me, did you think I couldn't see you're online?
EB: hey, sorry vriska! i forgot this was on.
EB: we were trying to figure out what to do with sea hitler and the giant gamzee and
EB: uh. your ancestress.
AG: Oh.
EB: and both eridans i guess.
AG: 8ah, who cares a8out them!
EB: hehehe.
EB: your ancestress is... idk, she keeps flipping, it's weird! sometimes she's pretty scary.
AG: Well of course! >::::)
AG: So what are you planning to make happen, o sneakiest awesome team leader?
EB: :B i'm not the only one deciding, you know.
AG: 8ut you could totally 8e! I have f8 in you, John!
EB: haha nah, so many people? sounds like too much work.
EB: anyway, we still haven’t figured it out. both terezis are talking nooses but i'm not sure it's a good plan... :/
AG: WH8T
EB: not for your ancestress! i mean mostly for sea hitler.
AG: What even is a hitler????????
EB: hahaha. some massively evil human guy, jake just keeps calling her that so it stuck.
EB: anyway everyone's on break now, the wingy milkbeast horns guy was starting to get pretty loud and stuff. did you want to hang out?
AG: I'm not sure, you sound too 8usy for little me........
EB: no, i'm totally free for you now!
EB: i've been waiting to meet you in person for over three years, i'll be so sad. soooooooo sad. the saddest. :(
AG: :::;) well then! Why not, since you insist!
EB: i am totally insisting! ::::B
AG: ::::D
EB: okay, i'm walking out of the cave now, where are we going?
AG: Exploring!!!!!!!! There's all this 8rand new world out here and we need to have all the islands and secret caves mapped out 8efore everyone else. May8e there's ore deposits! May8e there's *old temples*.
EB: awesome. :B
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The weirdass Relena centric pack-bonding AU (i don't think i'm continuing that one. :X)
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The blond boy had apparently found her first. From up close his eyes were strangely colored; much closer to true sea-blue than most, almost as blue as hers. Smiling, he held out a flute of something fizzy that she accepted with an automatic smile of her own, though she had no intention to drink it.
"The gardens seem happier now that you're here to behold them," he commented idly, and leaned his elbows on the stone at her side to watch with her. She smothered a frown. That kind of overblown whimsical flirting didn't do much for her.
"Do they," she replied noncommittally.
"Of course they do; you can tell, can you?" She was still trying to make sense out of that cryptic remark, if there was any to glean, when he turned to her and gave a polite bow. "But I am being rude. Forgive me. Quatre Yuy, formerly of the Raberba Winner circle, acting emissary."
... Oh. So he did have a circle; that was disappointing somehow. Even though they weren't anywhere close and she couldn't feel him straining toward them. ... Unless he used a new name to keep from the kind of whispers he would get going only with his own personal name.
She was grasping at straws. She let go of that half-formed wish for someone more like her, and went back to dealing with what was actually here.
Her minder had introduced her all evening with "Relena, ward of Kushrenada." (An impact somewhat spoiled by the liveried Sank coat she wore over her dress.) She gathered her skirts for a graceful curtsey. "Relena Darlian Peacecraft."
"It is very nice to meet you," he said. She thought he'd already known.
Alright, small talk... "If I may ask -- I noticed your outfit, but I cannot place it..."
Quatre swung an arm, letting the sleeve swish. It was gathered at the wrists underneath blue-dyed leather wristguards, but the sleeve belled out afterwards. "Ah, that's the traditional dress of my father's people. They live at the edge of the great desert on the Western continent." A chuckle, a pointed look at her own clothes. "I find your sense of fashion quite appealing, myself."
Relena did not need telling to know that a full bell-skirt and corseted strapless top were usually worn with a shawl, not with the fitted, double-breasted, braid-adorned jacket of a formal court uniform, no matter that it was worn open to hint at a fashionable amount of cleavage instead of buttoned up to her throat. For a moment she almost took offense at the remark -- she had worn it knowing there would be whispers behind her back.
Maybe she should admire Quatre's cheek in saying it to her face. She smiled back, closemouthed. "You're very kind."
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GW: wolfbrothers
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The gray wolf nosed Killer's shoulder a last time, gave his chin a cautious lick -- Killer seemed torn between baffled confusion and hesitant satisfaction -- and turned to Duo, dark muzzle pointed up, ears angled forward, aiming all his attention, and then Duo could smell cigarettes and mint -- menthol, he thought, and someone said yes. The wolf's scent name was a puff of menthol cigarette, and the man's a much more acrid smoke, and an aftertaste of stale, dirty water that caught him by the throat -- what was left in the ruins after a house fire, soot-stained bricks and a basement full of soupy ashes.
The smell at the Maxwell Church had been different enough -- no firefighters, deficient sprinklers, it'd burned itself out -- that he managed not to flinch. Immediately after there was ozone and the sea and the distinct stink of fish, giving him enough of a backlash that he had to close his eyes.
So Killer saw the coming wolf first.
He was trotting up to them, huge brindled mass of muscles and dominant, tail curled way up, stare direct, still sharing his cheerfully smothering stormy sea and fish and blood, and he had no intention to stop until he was crowding the two of them and Duo was upset, something had upset Duo and this stranger wolf was charging at them.
Duo lunged; he was too late. His fingers skimmed Killer's tail, closed on nothing, and then the wolves were on each other and Killer wasn't playing, he so wasn't playing, and Wangai was trying to run to them and when he grabbed her by the arm she punched him in the jaw, a good solid left hook that shook his brain.
Shark was growling, hostile and confused, offended. Killer was silent, not bothering to display, fangs only bared at the tips. People were touching Duo, grabbing his arms to drag him back; it was reflex to twist in their grasp, slip free. He fought his wolf's impulse to kill, disable, escape. They had Wangai contained; he lifted a hand, palm up, still in control stay the fuck back, turned to his brother.
Killer, stop!
It was like yelling into a hurricane, it always was whenever they were so sharply at odds.
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Timestamp Meme, Amateur Palemates Smuttin It Up!! sequel
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How dare the lowly pissblood-- with a snarl, Eridan grabbed at his collar, dragged him into range, before those stupid cheating psionics of his could become a nuisance. He was so fucking tired of getting nowhere with that uppity asshole!
And then off to the side Karkat not-sneakily-enough ran a hand through Gamzee's hair, combing scraggly locks out of his face with shocking tenderness.
Where the fuck did they even come from, wondered a little corner of his brain. The rest was kind of shocked.
A little titillated too, to be honest. He'd never really appreciated having a moirail, and even so Fef wasn't all that physical with him and shoulder or hair petting weren't what he'd wanted from her anyway, but it sure looked... nice. Comforting.
... But he had a prospective kismesis to woo with a punch in the face!
"Shooosh, shoosh-shoosh-shoosh, you horrible disaster, shhh."
He did have a soothing voice, for such a shouty little asshole. Eridan could feel his fist drooping just from the backwash. "Do you mind!" he yelled, spluttering. Karkat flinched, and then glared back with surprising fire.
"No, do you mind, you voyeur, could you be any ruder, putting your nose in -- in --"
"I knew it," Sollux interrupted, before Karkat had figured out what he wanted to say. (And wasn't it fucking weird, that he even needed time to. It wasn't weird that he was blushing, though, because gogdamn, man! Have some shame! Or at least pretend to.)
"Oh, you know something? Opposed to nothing? Stop the presses, call the reporterrorists--"
"When were you planning to tell us we'd ashed up, grubfucker?"
Gamzee started laughing. And honking. And laughing. Karkat went ruddy as all fucks, gloriously gutter-colored.
He spluttered, but nothing actually came out complete and even less intelligible. Sollux slapped Eridan's hand off his collar without even looking and planted his hands on his hips, transferring his glare to Karkat.
Little snarly fucker looked away first. Huh.
Huh. What? "Anyone mind explainin whattafuck? ... Ashen up? What?"
"Every thingle time we've even looked at each other crothwise in the latht week, those two were staging a pale orgy in the background. I shouldn't even be thurprised you didn't notithe, but the thtatisticth don't lie."
Eridan stared at him for a second, and then turned to stare at Karkat. Sollux was right. That lisping lusus-fucker was right, they'd started seeing so many little pale displays it had started lowering the market value filming them all, they'd --
"You've been auspisticizin us!" he spluttered.
The lab was silent. Everyone was turned their way. They were used to ignoring Sollux and Eridan's squabbles, bored with the two of them already, but the three of them, now, that was something else.
"... That's kinda kinky, ain't it. Usin pale affections as a distraction technique is already pretty risqué--"
Karkat flailed his hands and then pressed them to his own ears. "Shut up shut up--"
"--but does that mean we've been havin, like, a four-way auspistice? Wow, Kar, didn't think you had it in you. I ain't all that surprised at Gam, but you--"
"Gah!" A snarl; Karkat had abandoned his moirail and was now stalking up to him and snarling. "Another single word slithers its way out of your facegash and I swear to the horroterrors I'm going to put a fist in it!"
"If you make me flip the clubs thideways I am going to be tho ticked off at you, KK."
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Clusterfuck (Terezi/Karkat/Dave, xeno, davesandwich)
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You're lying about the withering pecker thing, by the way. You've been making steady progress toward the hardness necessary to drill through diamonds from the moment that memo started.
It was about all the sex you could/would have soonish with your sexy mistress of pain and the cutest asshole you ever wanted to silence with your cock. Of course Mr. Merrymaker wasn't gonna be discouraged for so little. Guy's friendly to a fault.
(You don't hate him. You don't pity her. You admire her, he irritates you, they're the most fun you've ever had, the tiniest dangerousest hottest pieces of ass, you want to stuff them in jars and keep them safe under your bed. They know. You've all decided it was close enough for government work.)
You were not expecting that for your first game of hide the sausage you wouldn't get to be the sausage. Or at least one of the sausages. They both have dick garages! (Not that you've seen them yet, but you did get an eyeful watching "in which a horned asshole and another horned asshole hatefuck to their spades' content blahblah plot that everyone speeds through because it's unbelievably sucktastic and everyone's here for the ludicrous number of gratuitous close-ups on their junk that some people like to polish their knobs over while calling it artistic nudity anyway". Karkat was almost brown trying to pretend he'd gotten the wrong file. Anyway so you know what to expect in the pants area.)
You know better than to think Terezi was kidding about bending you over and stuffing you on both ends. You're shocked, skin buzzing with nerves. Offended. You have to take three breaks on the way there lest you come in your pants. Stupid slutty god pajama cloth, getting all up in your business when your crotch rocket is already so close to ignition.
When you get to TZ's room of course they're both here already, Terezi smiling to herself like a happily scheming alligator as she sits on her desk all "no seriously I am lost in thought like a totally mysterious detective babe" and Karkat pretending he's actually interested in the knickknacks on her shelves, and not like he's doing his best to avoid looking at her. His fail is kind of cute, in a retarded kitten way.
You're actually a little touched. They haven't started making out without you. Or getting naked. On second thought them greeting you naked would have, uh okay no you'd definitely have jizzed your pants, nevermind.
"Perfect," she purrs. "Mister Vantas, will you do me the honor of locking the door so that Mister Strider cannot escape."
You were going to protest some about the plan, but as she is wont to do Terezi completely derails you. "Hey! Who says I'm gonna escape, what do you take me for, some kind of coward?"
You frown vaguely at her. You pretend you're not sulking as Karkat slinks behind you. The little asshole shoves you clean away from the doorway in which you had stopped to watch them like a (tool on the verge of running) rather intelligent man figuring out what he's dealing with before throwing himself in the lion pit. Whoosh! Door locked.
You can feel his eyes on the back of your neck. Terezi isn't looking of course but she has gone from alligator to great white shark. You almost expect her to pick up the cane propped on her desk and twirl it.
She doesn't. She unbuttons her pants instead. Uh. Whoa.
Bony or not, her hips are easily the most feminine part of her, or maybe it's the way her waist narrows that makes them seem wider; the pants get caught on them. A little nudge; they slide.
Her panties are red. You wish you could be surprised; it was that or teal. It's still sexy. When she steps forward her jeans slide down, unveiling trim, gorgeous legs. She steps out of the pooled mess, keeps advancing, slow and deliberate -- stalking, she's stalking you. Your eyes crawl their way back up the lines of her calves, her slightly knobby knees, those thighs oh god you want to put your hands on the inside of them, check if they're as impossibly soft as they seem.
Her panties ripple with something shifting under the cloth, like there's a snake chilling in there she's forgotten to mention, or more like she's the falsely-innocent monster in a hentai about to explode in town-smothering giant worm-dicks.
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OC-POV post Feferi becoming empress.
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Three nights later the new Empress marched up to the palace with a whole inner court's worth of battered sub-adults. She looked at least a sweep away from conscription -- they all did -- and it might have looked ridiculous, impossible, preposterous, even with the gloriously Tyrian blood liberally splattered all over her and several of her retinue, only she was carting around her Ancestor's own head. Or so Cibori was told, having been sent to fold laundry or something while the higher-ranked servants pressed at the windows and gaped and the courtiers fell over themselves trying to figure out what to do with themselves. "Tizzy" seemed wholly inaccurate.
The new Empress didn't want a coronation yet, Cibori overheard in the baffled, terrified whispers of her colleagues. The new Empress didn't want a ten-courses dinner to celebrate her victory. The new Empress didn't want a delicately scented bath to wash off the sacred Tyrian Proof off her body. The new Empress didn't want anything but to stalk her way to the Imperial Apartments, and drag her retinue with her, and lock the doors behind the twelve of them.
(Not before a rustblood -- or maybe brown, but still! -- snapped his fingers at the Captain of her Condescension's HiveGuard and the Grand Chamberlain both to summon them to heel, and forbade any in the Palace's walls to go out until the Empress bid them do so.)
No servant was allowed in the Imperial suite until the middle of the next night, where the Empress called for breakfast, and where a Mirth-painted Indigo requested "some more goddamn recuperacoons, so as we get our snooze on proper-like, yeah? s'okay if there ain't twelve of them, or I guess eleven haha, just make sure they're extra-big, 'cause we could only fit like our four tiniest in with Fef-sis."
The Grand Chamberlain gathered them all, and strictly forbade the help to gossip. Cibori had to hang her head and pinch her lips and hope she looked cowed and obedient and wasn't going to burst into very inappropriate and possibly suicidal laughter.
She didn't get to see much firsthand, being kept busy with menial task after menial task in the farthest removes of the Palace, but everyone was so full of incredible, delicious scandals that inevitably someone would get bored with telling them to someone who already knew, and would corner her to babble her ears off. So she got to hear Everything (several versions thereof) about :
-The Display of Her Formerly Imperial Condescension's Head on a pike over the palace gates,
-The six outrageously-sized recuperacoons placed in the new Empress' very own quarters, despite the abundance of other quarters available,
-The dismissal of about a third of her Imperial Condescension's old generals and advisors, come down from the great battleship to pay homage and offer advice (some said a half, and some said by dismissal she'd simply told them to go away and that she would not need their services any longer, and when they wouldn't she had a psionic slam them around the walls until they would, and if they STILL wouldn't then she would have them mind-controlled away, and when they accused her of refusing a duel due to weakness and being unfit to rule her seadweller would shoot them through the throat for "bein way too fuckin arrogant", which made about half of the retinue laugh and a small crippled teal whack him in the shins in full view of the Court. Anyway in the end very few of the dismissed men apparently made it out alive, and they had to do it while carting off the body parts of their ex-colleagues.)
-The Oliveblood member of Her retinue swinging her way across the Greater Hall from chandelier to chandelier,
-The Empress being apparently seen brushing fingertips with the psionic, a very pretty, very rustblooded girl, the blueblood (somewhat more appropriate), the seadweller (complete with awkward, tender whispers to her ear that were reportedly so pale that the maid dusting the area "about goddamn swooned on the spot.") and papping quiet the small rust-or-brown snappy one. The chief pastry cook and the Empress' Mistress of the Robes came to blows over which one of them had blind gossip-mongers who made up ridiculous stories and needed culled on the spot for gross disrespect as their subordinates. (On the upside, they ended the night ashing it up with the Master Physician.)
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Woo Fef go smack that murderbeeyotch! She deserves it.
Haha, Sol caught on XD I personally think they make pretty awesome spades and don't need an auspitice, but Gamzee is, like the Signless, a goddamn hippie with his quadrants. So it'll work out.
Um. Pr0ns? :D
Ahahaha, Terezi. And Nepeta swinging on Chandeliers, and no one getting how the relationship dynamic in the group works. Eridan being not-crazy, as trolls go. And this Cibori person. I like her.
On a totally unrelated note: is AaN Paul, the canon ending as opposed to the creepypasta sexxing-em-up one, still into jailbait? Just, like, too good a man to ever go for it? Because reasons.
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IDK about Sol♠Eridan, I can see it just fine from Eridan's end but from Sollux' he never seemed interested enough, more like platonic irritation and relief when left alone than non-platonic hatred. If a fic can make me see the shiFt (holy bleepin typo, batman) from "you're boring me" to "okay that's too far" then I can buy it, but I can also see it as onesided pretty easy. Also killing Fef would probably make Sol hate him *platonically* in my head and want to kill hm back. Hmmmm. *chinscratch*
Pr0ns are alas still WIP! I are teh Sads. ;_;
... I have no idea if nice!Paul still likes jailbait!!! D: It'll likely never come up anyway. I could see it easy enough, because he's so moral he wouldn't go through with it and he'd never ever bring it up either way. .. goddamn, now you've given me Thoughts. Tell me your reasons! >:O
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I think troll society, as a whole, totally fails to have age-gap taboos. If you are a cooler chroma, blue on up, you're going to live for hundreds of sweeps anyway. If you fill a quadrant, then that's a good thing, and who cares about a twenty-, fifty-, hundred-sweep age difference? If you're a warmer chroma, you really don't have time to be worried about such things as "oh my oliveblooded matesprit is forty sweeps older than I am!" You're just going to be happy that Troll Serendipity found you in your lifetime. Either way, the vast majority of trolls would be in relationships with what would, by human standards, be really creepy age gaps.
So Gamzee. He's a teenager, and he really hasn't done his research because he's Gamzee. Instead, he's thinking of Paul as blueblooded at least. And he wants to be caretaker for a couple or orphaned trolls, one of whom isn't even on the hemospectrum. He doesn't ask for anything in return, and outright refuses the usual deal. He picks up his house and moves to an island in the Pacific for them. Gamzee reads this behavior as being flushed for one or both of them, and gets a bit of a flushcrush back. And in his mind, it is totally okay to start coming on to Paul because, hey, twenty-sweep age gap? No big deal!
Exactly how good a man is Paul? Especially once the entire lack-of-age-gap-taboo thing is explained, and he understands that Gamzee isn't doing anything out of some misplaced sense of obligation?
. . . wow, that got long. Oh well. Those are the Reasons.
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hmm. though, convincing him it's OKAY SERIOUSLY might make for an interesting fic. But ATM even if he finds gamzee nubilely attractive he is Too Young To Act On It (TM) and paul would be really hard to convince away from it. *ponders*
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Actually, maybe I'll write that convo. If you don't mind me playing in your sandbox, that is.
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(Sixteen is still pretty young, when you're between thirty-five and forty-five! D:)
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It's not done. It probably will not ever be, since I got the bunny down on paper. But enjoy, anyway.
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Also, "gloriously gutter-colored". Loved that line.
Speaking of Sollux, he does seem to have a thing for the Pink girls, doesn't he? Heh, I may have a new ship!
Speaking of ships, is Feferi really in a relationship with all those trolls they were gossiping about (and I'm assuming the ambiguous rust/brown blood with the shameglobes to order the guards to fuck off was Karkat, which made me LOL because I like it when he's feisty)? Does she just have some kind of harem going on with all of them or are the servants just reading too much into her very friendly nature with her entire inner circle?
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Oh wow, I didn't even notice that Roxy was another pink girl. Ahahahaha. DOES SOMEONE HAVE A FETISH HERE MR. CAPTOR. IS THAT WHAT THIS IS.
The prompt asked for codependent/romantically whatthefuckever/entangled/incestuous Sgrub players on account of no one else would ever understand what they'd gone through, and also it's letting me play with my pet idea that they're all WAY CLOSER than any troll usually is to anyone not their direct quadrants on account of all the shit they had to endure together while living in each other's pockets. So they're more or less kind of promiscuous, though not all in the same quadrants or with everyone else. It's a big tangle. (Karkat's main pale squeeze is still Gamzee, for example, but he's known to get one-night-conciliatory with just about anyone who needs a shoulder to cry on. XD) At the same time the gossip gets some things really wrong and/or blown out of proportions, and it's really fun to play with that, and with how since trolls are naturally suspicious a lot of small signs like touching someone's shoulder from behind when they can't see you coming and they don't flip out on you is a huge act of trust which therefore HAS to be romantic, when really it's that they had to adjust their definitions of personal space living in that meteor.
Sleeping three or four in the same recuperacoon is half oh shit there's only one of those 'coon things and we've been sleeping dry for two sweeps and some change oh god sopor sweet sopor yes yes yes, and half let's cuddle for safety/warmth/so i know where the fuck you guys are, but it really comes across as kinkily pale. ... actually yeah, it is, they just don't care anymore. XD They've been weaned for years, but a lot of trolls who have never slept without still get twitchy/potentially growly when someone else is sharing, so that's another sign of closeness.
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It feels like you had a lot of fun writing all of these (even if some of them are not yet finished or in need of polishing) and I love that about your writing!
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(Anonymous) 2012-08-31 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)Sollux pov: That was fun. Roxy/Sollux spades and Sollux can't remember humans. Very funny. I can't wait to see the civil discussion between styles of Imperial rule.
John/Vriska: I hope you figure out something for them. Pale, Flushed, friends, whatever, they are my favorite ship. Neither are my fav character, but Vriska's internal struggle intrigues me and I like what John brings out of her.
Klingon Promotion snip: Yea, I'm gonna need more of this. Maybe with flashbacks to the actual battle. The rust/brownblood is karkat,right?
Just my thoughts on what I read.
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... Yes, it will be a very civil discussion. Bwahaha. >:3~
I kinda think in Sunlightverse they'll be flushed, but yeah, they need another fic now this one is all self-jossed. I really like how John affects Vriska. It's just that she's REALLY HARD to write.
Rust/brown is Karkat because they have no idea what color he is but he's runty and vulgar and anhemonymous, surely he can't be higher up than that, no one else would *bother*. XD I like the setting, though it's a lot of infodumps so far, I gotta streamline that.
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(Anonymous) 2012-09-01 12:09 am (UTC)(link)I forgot to ask, how is the intermission affecting your head canon?
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I didn't have much of a headcanon for the Ancestors in the first place. I'm a bit :X because it was so hard matching aspects and classes and I would rather not have had to bother, and then the second i'm done setting it all up Hussie gives them to us. Boo. I'm really liking the new Pyrope but I have little clue how she and Redglare would merge; she sounds... not smart??? I mean cool and stuff and maybe she just doesn't want to make the effort of hard-thinking and I really wonder how what a knight of mind is like, but Terezi is sharp as a whip and I kinda thought Redglare would be the same? Then again Redglare didn't figure out that getting Mindfang into a space full of people to mindfuck would be a bad plan, or maybe i'm remembering how that went wrong. (My redglare wasn't blind anyway so her losing her sense of smell is a pretty fun and "why not" thing to add on.)
Kheper actually works pretty well as "haha i was such a little twerp when I was a kid the first time around, but in a way I envy how I didn't have to grow up so fast and hard because DEATH AROUND THE CORNER FOR YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE IF YOU EVEN *SNEEZE* WRONG, that was pretty traumatizing. I was pretty innocent in a way. Mind, still a twerp. Hahaha. ♥"
About Sollux' ancestor, I haven't decided what he's like in my head and maybe the canon version would be cool, but it's not going to affect him much anyway because he was that person for nine sweeps and the Helmsman for a couple millenias.
I want to marry Maryam, and I didn't have a headcanon for Dolorosa's prescratch version so I'm kinda planning to totally gank her. Mmmh. *_*
Anyway so it'll be case by case. And outside of sunlightverse if I write Ancestors again i'll probably go with the canon ones.
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Suffice to say that everything is punching all of my buttons, aaaaaaaall of them, (The Vriska button not so much, kind of iffy, but it at least tapped it) and you are a wonderful person. The end.
Will the new update effect the Sunlight-verse?
I am loving all the pre-scratch Ancestors so far. Eh, maybe not Arania, but everyone else, for sure!
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The vriska fic was hard to decide on what to show, the first bit was boring, the fic itself was badly paced, and the bits I liked would also be spoilerific for any other fic I wrote to replace it. Maybe I'll post it as a blooper/path not taken later when I have moved past it with other stories, or maybe i'll reuse what I can and throw away the rest. >___>
The new update! *copypaste* I didn't have much of a headcanon for the Ancestors in the first place. I'm a bit :X because it was so hard matching aspects and classes and I would rather not have had to bother, and then the second i'm done setting it all up Hussie gives them to us. Boo. I'm really liking the new Pyrope but I have little clue how she and Redglare would merge; she sounds... not smart??? I mean cool and stuff and maybe she just doesn't want to make the effort of hard-thinking and I really wonder how what a knight of mind is like, but Terezi is sharp as a whip and I kinda thought Redglare would be the same? Then again Redglare didn't figure out that getting Mindfang into a space full of people to mindfuck would be a bad plan, or maybe i'm remembering how that went wrong. (My redglare wasn't blind anyway so her losing her sense of smell is a pretty fun and "why not" thing to add on.)
Kheper actually works pretty well as "haha i was such a little twerp when I was a kid the first time around, but in a way I envy how I didn't have to grow up so fast and hard because DEATH AROUND THE CORNER FOR YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE IF YOU EVEN *SNEEZE* WRONG, that was pretty traumatizing. I was pretty innocent in a way. Mind, still a twerp. Hahaha. ♥"
About Sollux' ancestor, I haven't decided what he's like in my head and maybe the canon version would be cool, but it's not going to affect him much anyway because he was that person for nine sweeps and the Helmsman for a couple millenias.
I want to marry Maryam, and I didn't have a headcanon for Dolorosa's prescratch version so I'm kinda planning to totally gank her. Mmmh. *_*
Anyway so it'll be case by case. And outside of sunlightverse if I write Ancestors again i'll probably go with the canon ones.
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As far as Latula goes, I got the impression that she was kind of putting on airs as far as the R4D1C4L stuff went, in her and Porrim's conversation. (Did what I just typed make sense? I get the feeling it doesn't)
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I get the gist of what you were saying, though.)
I got the impression that Latula somehow feels the need to present herself as being some kind of female equivalent of the "dumb jock" stereotype? So while she actually is every bit as sharp as Terezi, she deliberately "dumbs down" her behavior, because being that intelligent, insightful and incisive isn't compatible with the "r4d g4m3r g1rl" persona she projects to the world.
Hmm. Between Latula, Karkat, and Dave, a pattern seems to be emerging with the Knight. Each of them seems to have a certain...reluctance, or perhaps a hesitation, to engage with key elements of the role mandated by their Title.
Dave had serious issues dealing with the Time role, and arguably would never have properly grown into it without being guided by Terezi. By contrast, Aradia was all over her Session's weird time shit from the very beginning, and had absolutely no problem whatsoever with the very same elements that Dave struggled most with.
Latula seems almost ashamed of the "brainy" aspects of the Mind aspect, as if it's something she isn't "supposed" to be good at. Terezi takes to these aspects like an amphibious flapbeast to water, to the extent that it isn't entirely clear where her natural talents, skills, and general...Terezi-ness end and her game powers begin.
Karkat...granted, we still don't know all that much about Blood powers. But assuming that they have something to do with ancestral connections (note that Aranea says that Kankri only ever awakened his Seer powers in the Scratched universe, implying that the Signless's visions are something the Seer of Blood can do) Karkat has been rather emphatic about his distaste for the concept of Ancestors. And if, as has been speculated, it has something to do with self-confidence or charisma, his crippling self-loathing and vitriolic personality, as juxtaposed with his ancestor who was more or less Troll Jegus, again fits the pattern.
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The empire is lucky, they have 11 trolls auspitizing between them and the empress, and shoosh papping her, to keep her from going cull happy.
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Mostly it was "i don't feel it anymore!". u.u
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WTF was that other thing, wonky as shit, but somehow i need more
Quatre Yuy, just has me in all sorts of fits. Oddly enough ive been looking for some 1x4 or 4x1, its hard stuff to find
Also, Kishimoto I am disappoint
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Hey, is there any particular reason they seem to be stuck underground in the Sollux-POV Sunlight snippet? I would think, given the personality conflicts (both pre-existing and likely to spring up at the drop of a hat), that they'd want to split up as much as possible while still remaining in loose contact... or at the very least get everyone outside so there's less potential for collateral damage (tons of rock fall on your head!) when someone inevitably starts a fight.
I feel bad for Duo and Killer. It's just too many people/wolves too fast all at the same time. They'd probably do better one-on-one and work up to groups more gradually. *pets them both*
...If Terezi wears panties, does Karkat wear panties too? Do trolls even have a concept of gendered underwear, given they all have the same equipment down there? Inquiring minds want to know! (Also Dave's reaction could be hilarious.)
And the Feferi-becomes-Empress fic is wonderful and I need the rest of it like breathing. But I will wait. Just, be aware that you have an eager potential audience! :-)
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Duo and Killer probably WOULD do better that way, but alas they're on a pack territory so that wouldn't happen anyway. XD the wolves would come check them out, might as well try to provide guidelines.
... oh man, karkat in panties. that could be INTERESTING, and make a ton of sense beside. idk if the OP would want that kink, though. :/ I think trolls adjust some for the shape of their hips and inner thighs and whether their thighs rub against each other and stuff, but huh, yeah, wow, vriska is totally wearing briefs in my head now. XD
♥ ohboy, just needs a plot now. XD
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Oh, and getting a handle on her life powers, because otherwise most of her friends are going to die in a couple of decades.
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~Facepalm.~ Yeah, that's the kind of clusterfuck I was expecting to happen with Duo and Killer eventually. Nice first impression, lol.
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and mmm wolfy clusterfucks. it's gonna be awesome. *__*
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also I'd rather keep my mental/assumed average down there, I feel better when I blow past it from that much more, and i don't yet feel confident enough in the longterm stability of it to raise the bar. XD;;;
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Also Duo&Killer! ♥ Have I told you that I have a huge weak spot for deadly animals? Especially the mammals? Because they are so deadly and so interesting and also pretty and well I'm sure you already knew. ♥
Also the one where they figure out that Karkat's been auspisticing, that one is so cute and funny and bweee.
And I'm a little sad that your headcanon no longer supports Vriska and John, cuz that was aw-cute.
Thanks for your hard work~~
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It still supports vriska/john for this 'verse, it's just not happening in that fic. XD
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The "Teamwork 1, Kiba POV" in your asukasama archive opens to (one line of) some other piece of writing D:
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One day soonish I should reread teamwork from the start and motivate myself with a "change of POV" meme or something. need to at least finish TW 3 for fuck's sake. DX
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YOU SHOULD! ...because then I can finally participate in one of your Teamwork memes XD I keep missing them. I was just rereading the story, (except I got sidetracked by thinking that 6-tails jinchuriki is actually a reincarnated Harry Potter and that I really aught to write a store where that is the case *notes it*) and then being curious about Teamwork 2.5 and really. Make a meme *severe hopeful look*
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ahaha reincarnated HP. fun idea. XDDD
I AM THINKING ABOUT IT not today though i'm way too sleepy/brainfloppy. .__.
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These damn plotbunnies are killing me, though *stares at bazillion half-formed bunnies* and they keep mutating!
Not like it's an express order, or any kind of order at all. A sneaky economy mail plea, maybe.
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*stares at you with big hopeful eyes*
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